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	<title>Comments on: No One Can Cut Your Shadow In Half</title>
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	<description>by Jesse Blayne</description>
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		<title>By: Annie</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/03/01/no-one-can-cut-your-shadow-in-half/comment-page-1/#comment-301</link>
		<dc:creator>Annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 20:14:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tears are flowing... Thank you...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tears are flowing&#8230; Thank you&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/03/01/no-one-can-cut-your-shadow-in-half/comment-page-1/#comment-298</link>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 14:02:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Annie,

I remember when you told me that you thought I was brave for leaving.  I said you are more brave for staying.  You are still so brave.  I&#039;m still holding on to the net ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Annie,</p>
<p>I remember when you told me that you thought I was brave for leaving.  I said you are more brave for staying.  You are still so brave.  I&#8217;m still holding on to the net &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Annie</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/03/01/no-one-can-cut-your-shadow-in-half/comment-page-1/#comment-297</link>
		<dc:creator>Annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:27:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve been on antidepressants for years, knew I needed something when I had a real feeling to fly off my Aunt&#039;s 8th level condo deck, not kidding... Had an almost giddy feeling of, &#039;Go ahead, go for it&#039;, you know the little devil on the shoulder saying something?  Been on them for that, for anxiety, and I guess for trying to be numb for what was going on here.  But I am glad to announce... drum roll please.... I am no longer on them.  Decided that it was pretty sick (?) to have to be on them to be married.. one step at a time huh?  One step...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been on antidepressants for years, knew I needed something when I had a real feeling to fly off my Aunt&#8217;s 8th level condo deck, not kidding&#8230; Had an almost giddy feeling of, &#8216;Go ahead, go for it&#8217;, you know the little devil on the shoulder saying something?  Been on them for that, for anxiety, and I guess for trying to be numb for what was going on here.  But I am glad to announce&#8230; drum roll please&#8230;. I am no longer on them.  Decided that it was pretty sick (?) to have to be on them to be married.. one step at a time huh?  One step&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/03/01/no-one-can-cut-your-shadow-in-half/comment-page-1/#comment-296</link>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:45:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For about 6-8 months before I left Mark, I had descriptive, exhausting, almost violent dreams.  I would attempt to discuss the dreams with him, but he grew weary listening.  I was grasping at straws, looking for the meaning of the dreams.  (Can&#039;t blame him for being bored with hearing about the dreams.  Dreams are pretty personal, and only relevant to the dreamer.)  He said I was depressed.  He said I should get a prescription.  I was afraid to go to bed at night, never knowing what new, awful dreams I might have.  It has been a long time since I have had a really scary dream - almost four years now.  I&#039;m not depressed, and I&#039;m not on any kind of prescription.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For about 6-8 months before I left Mark, I had descriptive, exhausting, almost violent dreams.  I would attempt to discuss the dreams with him, but he grew weary listening.  I was grasping at straws, looking for the meaning of the dreams.  (Can&#8217;t blame him for being bored with hearing about the dreams.  Dreams are pretty personal, and only relevant to the dreamer.)  He said I was depressed.  He said I should get a prescription.  I was afraid to go to bed at night, never knowing what new, awful dreams I might have.  It has been a long time since I have had a really scary dream &#8211; almost four years now.  I&#8217;m not depressed, and I&#8217;m not on any kind of prescription.</p>
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		<title>By: Annie</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/03/01/no-one-can-cut-your-shadow-in-half/comment-page-1/#comment-295</link>
		<dc:creator>Annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:17:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Normal days I wake up tired-er than I went to bed, my dreams, or terrors are so vivid, so real, so unpredictable, I run, I fight, I spit (yep), I cry like I have never cried before, I ache.  They are so real.  Are they the life I am trying to escape from?  Are my dreams, my soul trying to be let free?  
You have a way of bringing this stuff to the light my dear... Thank you from the bottom of my heart...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Normal days I wake up tired-er than I went to bed, my dreams, or terrors are so vivid, so real, so unpredictable, I run, I fight, I spit (yep), I cry like I have never cried before, I ache.  They are so real.  Are they the life I am trying to escape from?  Are my dreams, my soul trying to be let free?<br />
You have a way of bringing this stuff to the light my dear&#8230; Thank you from the bottom of my heart&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/03/01/no-one-can-cut-your-shadow-in-half/comment-page-1/#comment-292</link>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:48:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>and how blessed was Amos that you took the time to sit across from him and listen to him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>and how blessed was Amos that you took the time to sit across from him and listen to him.</p>
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		<title>By: Pat</title>
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		<dc:creator>Pat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:45:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow! The content of kids&#039; dreams - or fantasies - can be amazing. The most memorable of all my kids&#039; was Amos&#039;s fantasy when he returned from a visit to his &quot;brown mommy.&quot; He was about 4. The social worker brought him back to our house much later than we&#039;d expected. We had finished dinner. I warmed up a plate for him and was sitting at the table keeping him company as he ate. He was distressed, but I couldn&#039;t tell why. Finally, he said, &quot;The next time I go to see my brown mommy, I will be all grown up, and I will come back in a car. But you will see me little, and I will sit on your lap.&quot; I know he was telling me he wanted control over the situation. He didn&#039;t want other people deciding when he would see his brown mommy and when he would see his pink mommy (me). But he still wanted to be a little boy who would be loved and treated like a 4-year-old, wherever he went. It gave me shivers when he said it, and it still does today.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow! The content of kids&#8217; dreams &#8211; or fantasies &#8211; can be amazing. The most memorable of all my kids&#8217; was Amos&#8217;s fantasy when he returned from a visit to his &#8220;brown mommy.&#8221; He was about 4. The social worker brought him back to our house much later than we&#8217;d expected. We had finished dinner. I warmed up a plate for him and was sitting at the table keeping him company as he ate. He was distressed, but I couldn&#8217;t tell why. Finally, he said, &#8220;The next time I go to see my brown mommy, I will be all grown up, and I will come back in a car. But you will see me little, and I will sit on your lap.&#8221; I know he was telling me he wanted control over the situation. He didn&#8217;t want other people deciding when he would see his brown mommy and when he would see his pink mommy (me). But he still wanted to be a little boy who would be loved and treated like a 4-year-old, wherever he went. It gave me shivers when he said it, and it still does today.</p>
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